[INTRO] Damn.I must be dreamin I can't be dreamin. I don't see no motherfuckin bitches I can diss Damn. All these motherfuckin brothers around me I know
[INTRO] Yo Rhimeson and Luva Gee, y'all heard that fucked up ass shit that happened to D and V? Yeah nigga, I heard about that bullshit Bitch-ass sheriff
my jimmy cause my six-fo' is stickin Tinted windows, bumps and I'm chillin I crank the funk and I bail to the corner sto' Gettin my roll on in South Central
.C. That was only phase two of a muthafuckin massacre So sit the fuck down because phase three is a muthafucka [VERSE 3: Prodeje] It was like the wild west in South Central
the S.C.C. I only got three words to say: South - Central - Madness [Prode'je] Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters mob for life The Cartel'
[VERSE 1] South Central The home of true gangstas Down for all when I proachin by a stranger we chill although my girl gets mad at me She has to understand
[HAVIKK] Lookin through a window, thinkin' of a mission Hear gunshots, another homeboy missin The streets, crazy as hell but what a brother know? A drive
South Central, fool, you gets clowned [CHORUS] [Professor X] (Brother, brother, brother, how you make em get down?) (Brother, brother, brother, how you make em get down?) [Cold 187um] (Streets of South
all gotta go I hit the streets and it was on, like Al Capone I let my khakis hang low when I roam I come from the heart of South Central It ain't no joke
[L.V.] Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone [Prode'je] Pops was a roller, on the